Deku Without A Shirt Novels & Stories

They ate happily, talking about random things that made them giggle throughout the time. "We are going back to change. We shall get you there, guys." Kevin announced as he took Debra's hand in his, leading her out of the room. He picked comfy shorts for himself and comfy leggings for her together with…,.k.pmp. comfy workout top that went up to below her navel. "You are not putting on your shirt?" She questioned, eying his exposed chest. "It will be hot later on. I don't want to put it off later. Saving the trouble, you know?" He explained while he helped her put on clothes.

Stella was sitting in the living room, and she could see Keegan. He was shirtless while wearing formal trousers. His back muscles moved up and down as he shook his shirt. It was exceptionally pleasing to the eyes.

After a while the door opened revealing a shirtless Dubem. This guy. He was always shirtless. Always. Except we were to leave the house for a serious issue. Like this dude has gone out to buy pizza shirtless before, good thing he took a car. I won't lie, he had a great body. Neat and heavily built, but why rub it on our faces. I made a bet with myself that the day he wears a shirt for 24 hours straight, I'll walk around the house with only pant. It's never going to happen so don't anticipate. lol . We walked in, one after the other, even if the door was big enough to pass in threes.

He stood near the edge of the deck, shirt now fully gone, just in those khaki pants, barefoot, drink in hand, talking with Enzo and two other men I hadn’t seen before. His hair looked almost bronze under the sun, and his back was tensed—like always. Like he was never fully relaxed. I couldn’t help staring. “You like him shirtless?” Granny teased beside me. I jumped. “He— I mean... he’s decent. It’s hot out here.” She laughed. “You don’t have to lie to me, dear. I have eyes. I may be old, but I still remember how it feels to want a man that badly.”

That's not what Quincy is about, and I've been too busy enjoying her to miss anything else. I knock on the door, and a few seconds later, it flies open. Quincy stands there, flushed like she just ran across the room. She's wearing short black shorts and a red Mutiny T-shirt. Her long hair is down around her shoulders and looks soft, like she just finished blow-drying it and didn't put any hair spray or gel in it yet. There's no makeup on her face. She's beautiful. "Sorry," she says as she ushers me in. "I finally got Chance to sleep, and I was afraid if you knocked again he'd wake up."

SEEING KOVA NAKED Kova stood to his feet and undid his buttons slowly, doubt flickering in his eyes, as though he still wasn’t entirely sure what he was unleashing. This could be the moment he’d waited for all this time. His shirt slipped to the floor with a soft hush in the heavy silence between us. His bare chest gleamed under the low light. Kova never wore a singlet; his skin was smooth, hairless, almost tender. The sight pulled at me—I wanted to run my palm across it, feel the warmth, trace the subtle rise and fall of his breathing.

Anthony enjoys deep throating with more focus from my lips than tongue. Dedra helps me out of my wedding dress, undergarments, and accessories. After I clean the makeup off my face and wash the hairspray out of my hair before quickly blow drying it. I do a quick once over to make sure my bits that I liked shaved and groomed are good to go. I slip into the cream colored sheer teddy. No thong or panties, I’m not surprised. Dedra looks me over as a smile crosses her face. “You are ready, Unicorn.” Dedra beams her approval.

~Celina~ As the cheers grew louder, Derek stalked towards the centre of the fighting ring, like a predator on the prowl. Once he reached the middle, he stopped, his body still as his icy gaze scanned the arena. I gulped as my gaze trailed down his shirtless torso for the first time. His bare chest gleamed with sweat as he stood proudly under the scorching sun. My gaze darted to a drop of sweat as if transfixed, unable to take my eyes away even if I tried. With an agonising slowness, the drop slid down his body, trailing down his perfectly sculpted abs and disappearing down the v-line. Was it hot here or something?

Prince Dakar needed to get to the roof of his castle. He pulled off his animal fur regalia and wore a black dress shirt. He tied his hair in a very messy bun and wore black pants alongside black boots. He grabbed his phone and walked out of his room. “She is beautiful,” Derek, his wolf said in his head. He stopped walking and frowned. “Stop-talking-about-her,” he gritted angrily.

Duke takes the mostly empty plate from Cori's good hand and nods at the food. "I don't need your help," she whisper shouts. Dressed in a pale green, flowery dress that accents her long legs and gorgeous skin, biker dude is no match for her. Duke's jeans, black T-shirt, large hunting knife on his left hip, and the gun on his right only add to the dangerous vibes he gives off. They don't affect Cori in the slightest. She prefers the sophisticated type and her nose turns up at his choice of attire. Duke would probably clean up nicely in a suit. It would need to be custom-made because no suit off the rack would fit him. However, I don't see him putting one on, and even dressed to the nines, I do